The Hog Wars
When I look out and watch the herd of pigs I think. "How peaceful and pastoral. Free range hogs with much to eat and companionship. "
If all came to an end the other day. They clashed with a Great Dane, who didn't like them.
I had just stepped out on the porch with Heidi when she slipped her collar. (I must not have gotten the pin through the hole.) In a shot he was off the porch and had grabbed a young pig by the ear, with me in frantic pursuit.
With the pig screaming for it's dear life, I am struggling to get the leash around the dogs neck so I can get some semblance of control.
By now the whole herd of hogs have shown up mxing for a fight in defense of one of their own.
They begin snapping and the dog and I hit them on the snout to keep them away while at the same time I am trying to get Heidi to release her victim (or at least tear the ear off so the pig could get away). As the pigs are trying to get at the dog the dog refuses to let go she crouches down beside the truck as if she wanted to slide under the truck dragging her victim with her.
About this time, I get knocked down in the scuffle and the pigs start nipping at me. As I struggle to get up I come face to face with the 800 pound pregnant sow who looks like she is about to take a piece out of me. Pow! she gets a punch in the snout and I get back on my feet.
I am exhausted. I feel I will have to give up. But, then I tell myself I can't. Heidi is in mortal danger.
Adenalin must have given me a second wind so I entered the fray again. This time I got a secure leash around Heidi's neck. The large sow tries hard to bit her elegant tail and missed.
Mercifly, Heidi finally lets go to probably get a better bite. I pull her back and she only get a little bit in the flack of the pig which I manage to get her to release .
With me controlling the dog, the pigs retreat a little and I move with the dog toward the porch so we can get back into the house.
We are inI I am exhausted. Huffing and puffing. Heidi is once again calm and lays down on the couch while I struggle to recover.
It turns out I am not without some wounds. My hand is bleeding. I think a young pig might have nipped me. I have a sore shoulder that prevents me from raising it fully. And that is my good shoulder: the other one, is chronically painful from when I had a tree I was felling land on it.
The worst injury proved to be a deep bruise in a calf muscle which caused it to tighten up so I could hardly walk.
I thought I had a problem with Heidi and the pig. . . . .now I KNOW I have a problem! I have made inquiries into getting rid of the pigs soon.
In the mean time. I keep Heidi close. I do not leave her with Dave and June for if she accidentally got out neither of them would be able to recover the dog in the midst of another Hog War.
The sweet pup is always trying out weird ways to lie to amuse me.
"I didn't mean to cause so much trouble." I just hate pigs.!